Gray.

Gray.

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No one painted the sky, its just trapped moisture. Not one magi could've guessed the future, they never lived to prove it. Even how I wondered how I'd try feeling it again, I thought I already lost it. 'Coz its not always a scenic catch, sometimes the heavens stains bad.
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